He Could Not Construct For The Child's

I Have No Enemies. I Dont Permit Such A Thing.

If You Dont Respect Me What Must You Think Of Yourself?

On This Road There Are No Godspoke Men. They Are Gone And I Am Left And They Have Taken With Them The World.

Men's Memories Are Uncertain And The Past That Was Differs Little From The Past That Was Not.

The Way Of The World Is To Bloom And To Flower And Die But In The Affairs Of Men There Is No Waning And The Noon Of His Expression Signals The Onset Of Night. His Spirit Is Exhausted At The Peak Of Its Achievement. His Meridian Is At Once His Darkening And The Evening Of His Day.